Perched upon the water’s edge, where ripples kiss the shore,
Stands a house of glass and light with windows by the score.
Each pane a crystal portal to the world beyond the walls,
Where sunlight dances freely through these bright and airy halls.
Morning mist rolls gently past each gleaming window seat,
While coffee steams in gentle hands and barefoot touch the feet
To floors that creak with laughter, with stories yet untold,
Of families gathering closely and friendships growing bold.
Through eastern windows sunrise paints the rooms in amber gold,
Through western panes the sunset makes the evening sky unfold.
The water stretches endlessly, a mirror to the sky,
Reflecting all our memories as lazy hours drift by.
Children press their faces close to watch the herons wade,
While parents find their peace within this watery escapade.
Each window frames a painting that changes with the light—
From morning’s gentle watercolors to stars that pierce the night.
Here time moves like the tide itself, unhurried and serene,
Where every meal’s a celebration and every view’s pristine.
The House of Windows calls to us when life becomes too loud,
A sanctuary of glass and grace above the water proud.
So come with all your loved ones to this haven by the bay,
Where windows open wide to let your worries float away.
For in this house of light and lake, where water meets the sky,
The best of life unfolds within the windows of the eye.